Brunch (For fun)

[Leanne]

Hi Jen -- milo is (shock! horror!) quite correct in that changing meter still demands control and is never haphazard. It's actually trickier to manage than the regular kind, and poor half-baked Sylvia was quite good at counting beats. So, let's see if we can sort out your poem according to meter without regularising it.

Edit:

If cannibalism was not a sin,
I could devour your delectable skin.
Rich scents are tickling my nose, -- this line works for me because I say "tick-a-ling", but you might consider another word instead to stop accent confusion issues
Tongue dipping in between your toes.
Teeth scraping up behind your knee,
Could eat you with an English tea. -- like this idea but what about "could dunk you in an English tea" like a biscuit?
Your fingertips are sweet corn bread,
Clouding reason in my head. -- this line is redundant -- where else would reason be, but in the head? I think it's wasting a rhyme.
Your whiskey mouth has made me weak.
I nibble softly on your cheek.
I know I can't resist that ear.
Thank God your tasty shoulder's near.
I don't draw blood; no, not this time.
Ingesting you would be a crime.
I guess that I should also add:
Killing you would make me sad.
The problem that I have, you see,
Is wanting all of you in me. -- very naughty last line

It's not nearly as bad as it could have been... which means you're in exactly the right place. Nice to see you here in Serious. Don't eat the peanuts.